She made the world a blur that momentLike dated graphics half downloadedA perfect ten had never been and couldn’t beThere are no words for what she did to meGive me an eon and a canvas made of skyTo try and illustrate the will and wit I found behind her eyesShe introduced me to myselfShe was a goddessAnd I don't think I'll ever get over itI really wanna see her againShe was a goddessI was in the presence of a masterpieceThe rarest ever beauty I’ve knownOur conversations, those older postsThey’re a museum of “almost”I walk it often, the paintings fadedI’d restore them but they’re under guard and gatedSo like my heart, they remain capturedShe let me close enough to love her flawless fracturesI hope that she still cares about meShe was a goddessAnd I don't think I'll ever get over itI really wanna see her againShe was a goddessI was in the presence of a masterpieceThe rarest ever beauty I’ve known